A hand closed around Eddies foot...The soft yet strong grip startled him so much that he almost lost his balance and tumbled into the canal. Its one of the queers the big kids are always talking about, he thought, and then he looked down. His mouth dropped open. Urine spilled hotly down his legs and stained his jeans black in the moonlight. It wasnt a queer. It was Dorsey. It was Dorsey as he had been buried, Dorsey in his blue blazer and gray pants, only now the blazer was in muddy tatters, Dorseys shirt was yellow rags, Dorseys pants clung wetly to legs as thin as broomsticks. And Dorseys head was horribly slumped, as if it had been caved in at the back and consequently pushed up in the front. Dorsey was grinning.
IT is renowned for being one of King's scariest novels; the story itself is about what form a person's worst nightmares take, and how they seem impossible to get rid of. The group of children in the story meet their deepest fears one-on-one on several occasions, and it's up to them both as children and as adults to team together to beat the evil which lies in their town. Eddie's encounter is creepy because it's so extended; he goes from being grabbed by his dead brother to being chased by the Creature of the Black Lagoon.
I love Stephen King and music festivals; I eat my toast upside down; I daydream about getting married probably a bit too much; and I wish every day for a pet sausage dog puppy (who never materialises – sob).
